my coffee is tepid
so close to the temperature
of newly dead skin
but i don’t care to rectify the situation
as it is befitting of a work week beginning
we are all
marched to our deaths
by our day jobs
punching a time clock is a carcinogen
i don’t love myself enough today
to start a revolution
2 replies on “time clock”
Know exactly how you feel! Nice poem.
Shallow coffee – deep thought. Well done.